January 30, 2011
All this praying, counting,
Hoping, waiting:
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Another glance and a half spin ’round.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Of patience and courage
And fears squelched from disruptive thoughts.
How much longer, Lord?
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Sarah ><>
October 21, 2010
The Hunt. The Search.
The Discovery. The Find.
I loved it as a child.
At Easter or in Hide ‘n’ Seek
Or a puzzle.
To be the one hunted was ok,
But to seek out what was wanted –
The joy was there.
My favorite is when I’m not looking
And the thing is suddenly there.
God woos like that;
Hidden, yet not hiding,
Sought, and yet seeking.
The Hunt. The Search.
The Discovery. The Find.
My teachers, mostly patient,
Letting me find on my own.
Recognizing the joy of realizing
The point, the aim.
Now a teacher myself –
Learning to guide but not uncover –
Like hunting for eggs with a young one,
Letting the blue peek out behind a leaf,
Just to see the delight in their eyes.
Watching God peek out behind the pages
And people and stories.
He is a masterful Lover,
Well-equipped to be found by anyone –
Often in places I’d never look.
The joy is now leading others
To seek and find with their own eyes.
The Hunt. The Search.
The Discovery. The Find.
Sarah ><>
I think the way people love changes over time. God’s love stays the same. God loves me the same as He did when He put my body together. He loves me the same as when I took my first breath. The same as when I first sang, “Jesus Loves Me.” The same as when I asked Him into my heart. The same as when I was obsessed with boy bands. The same as when my heart was broken and I was crying for a Father. The same as when I heard Him call to me from Russia. The same as when I set foot in China. The same as when my heart was broken and crying for a lover. The same as when I shut my ears to Him. The same as when I opened them again.
My love for Him has changed though. It’s been childish, inconstant, genuine, self-serving, impatient, joyous, grieving, etc. But is that then love? The difference could be that God loves outside of my circumstances and I can’t help but love within them. But the goal is to do the same. Can I do that? I’ve found that with certain things I am able to, but not in everything. But God’s ability to love me constantly and continually outside of my circumstances is not a sign of His apathy to those circumstances, but a mark of how great His love truly is.
I could sing of Your love forever, I could sing of Your love forever…
This isn’t a commentary of my ability or desire to sing to God for all time, but a showing of the greatness of His love. It would take more than eternity to sing all of it, and I would still need more time.
Your love, O Lord, reaches to the heavens. Your faithfulness stretches to the sky. Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, yeah. Your justice flows like the ocean’s tide.
Xapa to the World 